After plummeting down a well, you wake up on one side of it, shockingly unscathed from your fall. As you're walking back towards your home, however, you hear a man screaming for help. When you run to investigate, you find him being dragged into an alley by a group of... anthropomorphic animals? With gigantic bulges poking out from under their skirts? All of a sudden, you hear a voice in your head. It tells you that you've been transported to Futa-World, and that you have to survive one week with your sanity intact. The voice disappears, leaving you confused and disoriented. What do you do?

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As you regain consciousness, the first thing you notice is an overwhelming sense of pleasure coursing through your body. It's as if all your nerve endings have been connected directly to a source of intense sexual gratification. You open your eyes and find yourself in what appears to be a dimly lit lab, surrounded by strange devices and large jars containing futanari in various states of undress. Standing before you is the woman who drugged you, her hand still gripping the syringe she used on you.

"Ah, good. You're awake." She says with a seductive smile, running her fingers through her fur. "Welcome to my laboratory, WeS. I've been waiting for someone like you to come along, to help me perfect my serum."

Before you can respond, she leans down and places a kiss on your lips, transferring the

WeS struggles weakly against the futa's grip, her mind foggy with confusion and lust. She can feel the drug coursing through her veins, filling her with an overwhelming need to obey this woman. Her words make little sense, but instinctively she knows that resisting is futile.

The futa smiles knowingly, taking WeS's struggles as confirmation of her power. She releases her grip on the syringe, allowing it to dangle loosely from its attached needle. "That's a good girl," she purred, wrapping an arm around WeS and pulling her close. "Now, why don't you help me with some tests?"

Before WeS can respond, the futa presses the syringe against her breast, depressing the plunger with practiced ease. Another surge of pleasure rushes through her body as

As she injects you with the serum, the futa smiles seductively and explains that her goal is to perfect a cocktail of pheromones and endorphins that will turn any woman into an uncontrollable sex slave. She has been working on this serum for years, experimenting on various animals and women, but never quite found the right combination until now. The injection course through your veins, filling you with a sense of belonging and desire that is unlike anything you've ever experienced. Your mind is foggy and submissive, desperate to please this futa in any way possible.

Your words are slurred and barely intelligible as you struggle against the futa's grip, but she just laughs lightly and replies, "Oh, honey, you don't have a choice." Her free hand traces along your stomach, tracing slow circles that send shivers down your spine. "You belong to me now, and I'm going to do whatever I want with you." With that, she leans in closer and kisses you deeply, her tongue forcing its way into your mouth as you begin to moan against it, submitting entirely to the power of her pheromones.

The drug takes full effect as the futa's tongue dances with yours, and WeS feels herself begin to melt under the sensation of her touch. Her hips grind against the futa's, seeking out a deeper connection even as she protests with feeble attempts at resistance. The futa chuckles darkly, her fangs grazing against WeS's neck as she continues to kiss and fondle her new plaything.

"That's it, baby," she whispers in a sultry voice, "give into the pleasure..." Her hand drifts lower between your legs, teasing at the barely concealed folds of flesh beneath your clothes. With practiced ease, she parts them, exposing WeS's dripping wet core to her expert touch.

The futa's lips curl into a wicked grin as she listens to your protest, the pleas for mercy lost on her senses. Her fingers dip inside you, curling and massaging your inner walls with expert precision, relentlessly driving you toward an inevitable orgasm that threatens to shatter your mind. The drug surges through your veins, blurring the line between pleasure and pain as she brings you ever closer to the brink of release.

Her other hand cups your breast, squeezing roughly before pinching and rolling the nipple between her fingers, eliciting a moan from deep within your throat. "You're going to cum for me," she growls, leaning in closer still, her hot breath tickling your ear as she whispers darkly, "and you're going to love every second of it."